The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell like a punishment. It was not water. It was a grey veil, heavy and cold, that smothered the heath. I walked. My feet were numb. The mud sucked at my boots. I did not look up. I did not look back. I only moved. Each step was a burden. The wind tore at my shawl. I wore a cloak of black wool. It was my father’s. It was also my mother’s before him. The fabric was thick. It was woven...

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